The wedding was livestreamed by the sister, revealing his identity as a Taoist priest.

Shen Nianqing pinched a corner of the red cloth with her fingers.

With a slight exertion of force in the wrist, it flips upwards smoothly.

The thick, bright red silk cloth slid down the outline of the enormous object.

"Bang!"

The red cloth was piled heavily on the carpet.

A huge bronze three-legged round cauldron appeared under the crystal chandelier.

This thing is huge, it's nearly three meters tall.

The three legs are sturdy, and the handles are as thick as the waists of two adults.

The body of the cauldron is an extremely deep dark blue-green color, covered with mottled bronze rust.

Even in some of the dented textures, there were still traces of dried, blackened blood.

An extremely ancient and profound aura swept through the entire banquet hall.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the enormous creature.

Lei Zhen took half a step back and stepped on He Yunting's leather shoe.

"My goodness!"

"What the hell is this thing?"

He Yunting quickly pulled his foot out.

"It looks like a tripod."

His tone was full of doubt.

"But this size is just too exaggerated. Where can you find a bronze artifact this big?"

Ye Canghai frowned and analyzed the situation carefully.

"A bronze tripod? This must be an ancient artifact from the Shang and Zhou dynasties, right?"

"But which museum has such a large tripod?"

Su Qingluan stood to the side and slightly behind Shen Nianqing.

Looking at the bronze cauldron, especially the deep lightning strike mark on its surface.

My eyes welled up with tears.

It really was it.

That man really went to Xingxiu Sea.

They pulled out the thing that had been suppressing the Yellow River's sea eye for four thousand years.

For this sixth betrothal gift, are you really willing to disregard your own safety?

Shen Nianqing looked up at the bronze cauldron in front of her, which was as big as a small mountain.

A hint of confusion appeared in his eyes.

She knows nothing about antiques, nor about Taoist ritual implements.

I just felt that this thing looked too old, and the smell on it made me feel uneasy.

In the corner, Chen Xiaoyu's live stream chat exploded.

The screen was filled with bold, capital question marks.

【? ? ? ? 】

[What the hell is this? Even the Simuwu Ding wasn't this big!]

This bronze artifact looks terrifying. Is that blood on it?

[Did the Celestial Master go tomb raiding? How many years will he get in prison?!]

[What the hell are you going to sentence me to? You think you can rob a tomb and find a three-meter-tall bronze tripod? Even a crane couldn't lift that thing!]

Just as everyone was marveling at the size of this enormous cauldron.

The two old men, Zhou Dechang and Ji Jingshan, began to tremble violently.

She suddenly turned her head and looked at Ji Jingshan.

Ji Jingshan was also looking at him, and their gazes met in mid-air.

"Old...Old Ji."

Zhou Dechang's voice trembled like a tattered rag in the wind.

"Is...is that it?"

Ji Jingshan opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound for a long time.

Suddenly, he grabbed his shirt at his chest, his face turning red as he gasped for breath.

"medicine!"

Ji Jingshan yelled at the top of his lungs.

"Heart medication! Quick, give me heart medication!"

Zhou Dechang also clutched his chest, his legs went weak, and he slid to the ground.

"Me too! Give me two!"

Ji Yunzhou was terrified.

He quickly pulled a small medicine bottle from his pocket and poured out a few quick-acting heart pills.

He scrambled over and stuffed two pills into the mouths of each of the two old men.

"Grandpa! Grandpa Zhou! Please don't get agitated!"

Ji Yunzhou was so anxious he was almost in tears.

"Take a deep breath! Take a deep breath now!"

After taking the pills, the two old men leaned against the table leg for about half a minute to recover.

Her complexion finally regained some color.

then.

Two elderly men, both nearing eighty, shoved Ji Yunzhou aside.

He pounced right in front of the bronze cauldron, his face almost touching the rust.

"Magnifying glass! Bring me my high-powered magnifying glass!"

Zhou Dechang roared.

Ji Yunzhou quickly handed over a professional magnifying glass with an LED light.

Zhou Dechang pressed his entire body against the tripod.

Holding a magnifying glass, I examined the totems on the tripod piece by piece.

Ji Jingshan wasn't idle either; he pulled out a yellowed, incomplete ancient book from his pocket.

This incomplete book was passed down from his Ji family ancestors, and it records many secrets from ancient times.

"Old Zhou! Look at the belly of the cauldron!"

Ji Jingshan opened the tattered copy, his fingers flying across the pages.

"The fragmentary text says that there is a water ripple pattern running east to west on the belly of the tripod, representing the Yellow River's watercourse!"

Zhou Dechang held up a magnifying glass and followed the path along the belly of the cauldron.

"have!"

Zhou Dechang's voice cracked with a sharp tone.

"There's a ripple pattern! The direction matches perfectly!"

Ji Jingshan's hands trembled as he continued flipping through the pages.

"The handle of the cauldron! Look at the handle on the right!"

Ji Jingshan shouted urgently.

"Isn't there a dent about the size of a thumb on it, like it was made by something hitting it?"

Zhou Dechang quickly moved to the right.

I stood on tiptoe and examined the mirror carefully.

"It matches up!"

Zhou Dechang was so excited that he slapped his thigh repeatedly.

"There really is a dent here! Even the cracks on the edge are exactly the same as in the picture in the book!"

"Look at the base! Aren't the maps of Kyushu engraved on the three legs?"

"Yes! We have them all!"

The two old men were frantically circling around the bronze cauldron.

While checking the features in the ancient books, he shouted loudly.

"This matches up!"

"That one matches too!"

"The layers of rust on this bronze are at least four thousand years old!"

"The inscriptions on these are the bird-and-insect script of the Xia Dynasty!"

In the entire banquet hall, everyone stared at these two national treasure-level experts as if they were idiots.

Lei Zhen scratched his head and moved closer to He Yunting.

"Old He, have these two old men gone mad from some kind of shock?"

"What kind of treasure is this cauldron that has them so excited?"

He Yunting's expression was extremely solemn.

"It could make both Mr. Zhou from the Palace Museum and Mr. Ji from the Intangible Cultural Heritage Administration lose their composure."

He Yunting's voice was low and deep.

"The value of this item far exceeds that of an antique."

In Chen Xiaoyu's live stream, the viewers were also frightened by the two old men's crazy behavior.

[Will these two national treasures be alright? I saw them taking nitroglycerin pills just now.]

[This is terrifying! What kind of cauldron is this that could drive experts crazy?]

What kind of secret code are these two old men exchanging? What water ripples? What map of Kyushu?

[This sounds familiar... The map of Kyushu is engraved on a cauldron... Could this be...?]

Stop speculating! That thing only exists in legends!

Ji Yunzhou stood to the side, equally bewildered.

Although he had learned a lot about appraisal from his grandfather, he couldn't figure out anything about this large cauldron.

"grandfather."

Ji Yunzhou cautiously moved closer.

"What kind of cauldron is this? Don't just get excited, at least give us a little explanation."

Zhou Dechang and Ji Jingshan had no time to pay him any attention.

The two had finished checking the last feature.

The magnifying glass in Zhou Dechang's hand fell onto the carpet with a "thud".

He didn't pick it up.

The ancient book fragment in Ji Jingshan's hand also slipped to his feet.

Two elderly people whose combined age is 160.

He just stood there blankly in front of the bronze cauldron.

The two exchanged a glance.

The madness and excitement in his eyes slowly faded, replaced by an extreme sense of awe.

Two streams of turbid tears silently slid down their wrinkled cheeks.

Tears streamed down my face.

Zhou Dechang turned around.

Facing Shen Nianqing, facing all the big shots in the room, and facing Chen Xiaoyu's live broadcast camera.

He took a deep breath.

With all his might, he shouted out a sentence.

"This thing..."

"It's one of the Nine Tripods left behind by Yu the Great when he controlled the floods!"

"The Yongzhou Cauldron!!!"